"I will be this pterosaur next time." Zhao Feiyan turned over reluctantly, looked up at Wuming and said playfully, "It turns out that Aoxiang is so comfortable in the sky."

Wuming smiled. In order to send Zhao Feiyan back to the palace safely as soon as possible, using the winged dragon to carry the camel was the fastest way. Unexpectedly, this little princess would like it so much.

"And there is more! Remember to teach me how to shoot the flying knife next time!" Zhao Feiyan stepped back into the palace courtyard, put her two little hands beside her mouth and shouted loudly: "Next time I encounter a beautiful monster, remember to help me catch one, I will pay you gold coins."

Wuming nodded with a smile and patted the pterodactyl's neck casually. After training these days, the pterodactyl already knew that slapping the neck meant taking off. The huge wings spread out again and blew a strong wind from the flat ground and flew towards the barracks outside the city.

The huge imperial city was overlooked from a high altitude, and the streets were filled with searching officers and soldiers.

Wuming did not expect that they could catch the assassin. He immediately fled away without a single blow. This is the most popular tactic used by DeRoy in the forest. It was a natural assassin-type beast. Wuming felt that the assassin looked very much like DeRoy.

Back at the quiet barracks, Wuming quickly washed up and started to practice the set of marrow washing sutra quietly. As he practiced more and more, Wuming found that he needed much less sleep than before. By relying solely on practicing the marrow washing sutra, Wuming did not need to sleep for at least three days and three nights. After three days, Wuming needed six hours of sleep to rest, and he could recover to his full spirit again.

The imperial capital was busy all night, and the next day Wuming stopped practicing the Marrow Cleansing Sutra. He quietly felt that the true energy in his body had increased a little more and then got out of bed and walked out of the room.

One hundred and fifty soldiers in the barracks consciously performed basic training for soldiers on the school ground. In order to compete for the next battle for the captains of the hundreds of cavalry, the soldiers were rarely trained seriously.

When the other three thousand soldiers looked at Wuming's archery yesterday, their eyes had turned into admiration and appreciation.

When the soldiers saw Wuming walking out of the room, they put down their training and surrounded Wuming with newspapers from the ground.

"Boss! How did you find that assassin?"

"The leader is amazing! So many people are not as good as our leader!"

"I said, "

"What's wrong?" Wuming looked at them with some surprise: "Why did you know so soon?"

Wadehai held a stack of newspapers and spread them one by one in front of Wuming. The front page headlines of each newspaper were all related to Wuming.

"The Battle Heroes Banquet assassin!"

"Tokan Ichi Domoto died at a banquet, and the fighting hero stood up at a critical moment!"

"The battle hero shows his power again, and a knife forces the assassin to retreat"

"The military headquarters suppresses, combat heroes worship the captain of Thousand Cavalry!"

"The military headquarters is incompetent, the combat hero should be worshipped by generals"

"How should we punish the defeated military headquarters who killed the enemy marshals and only promoted the commander of a thousand cavalry?"

Wuming looked at the newspaper in front of him quietly. Not only did the front page headlines have anything to do with him, but he also snatched all other important pages.

Almost every newspaper is admiring and defending Wuming. Even the State-run newspaper of the Shenlong Kingdom, the Imperial Capital News, which has always gilded the military. This time, in order to seek newspaper sales, it also stood on Wuming's side and pointed the gun at the military.

"The news speed of newspapers is still as fast as before..." Wuming stopped laughing and said, asking himself, "It's the same as before? Have I read the newspaper many times? Why do you say such things?"

"Boss, I'll see..."

A fast horse drove into the barracks and came to Wuming to interrupt Wei Dehai's speech, jumped off the horse and said in a panic: "General Wuming, now the front and back doors of the military headquarters, including the secret tunnel exit, have been surrounded by countless people. Marshal Tomoto of the Military Headquarters ordered you to rush to the military headquarters immediately!"

Wuming only noticed that the messenger's military uniform had torn in many tear holes, and his originally smooth skin also left many blood marks.

Obviously, the messenger did not suffer much along the way here.

"I understand." Wuming called the pterosaur and turned over and flew towards the imperial capital.

Wadehai ordered a bowl of cold water to hand it to the messenger and asked, "Brother, how many of your group are coming out to send information."

The messenger shook his head with pain and said helplessly: "These people are even more powerful than those blue scarf bandits. All those who stand in the front are old ladies. Not to mention forcibly dispersing them, we will all be sued. The country is in a difficult time now. Your Majesty asks our military headquarters not to have any friction with the people. Alas! It's so bitter!"

Wuming had just fallen into the military compound when he was riding on the Wing Dragon, and Domoto Gang rushed over in a hurry. As soon as he saw Wuming, he hurried forward and said anxiously: "It's good that you're here! It's good that you're here! Quickly help me get rid of the people who are marching outside. If they keep making trouble, all normal work will not be able to be carried out."

"What the marshal said," Wuming said quietly, but there was no intention of moving his feet.

Domoto Gang led the way two steps forward, and suddenly found Wuming not following him. He turned around and said with a little displeasure: "General Wuming, what do you mean?"

Wuming smiled faintly: "Marson Marshal, I asked you last night. You said you should consider it. Do you still remember?"

Domoto Gang's face darkened and two sharp and cold eyes shot directly at Wuming: "Marcedes-Marcedes-Marcedes-Marcedes-Marcedes-Marcedes-Marcedes-Marcedes-Marcedes-Marcedes-Marcedes-Marcedes-Marcedes-Marcedes-Marcedes-Marcedes-Marcedes-Mar

"Don't dare." Wuming looked at Domoto Gangichi calmly, not being stared at by the other party's sharp eyes: "It's just that the generals now have more than 150 lives, and there will be three thousand lives in the future. Please ask the marshal for help."

Domoto Gang looked at Wuming with a blue face and couldn't speak for a long time. The atmosphere in the courtyard was extremely dull for a moment. When other officials saw it, they retreated to both sides, fearing that they would be involved.

A rotten egg flew over the military courtyard wall and happened to fall on the floor in front of Domoto Gangyi. The smell of stench suddenly spread in the hot August weather.

Domoto Gang raised his hand and rubbed his temples. These citizens were always so excited and enthusiastic. The newspapers were even more afraid that the world would be in chaos. And the articles made the people even dare to seal the door of the military compound.

"Okay! I agree with your request!" Dombon Gang avoided a flying rotten egg and said angrily: "You can go and persuade me now, right?"

Wuming stood still: "Marson, then I will go. I hope you can send someone to you immediately after the crowd disperses. If you forget this little thing because of your busy work, I will be afraid that you will say something you shouldn't say when you are interviewed by other reporters. For example, the soldiers and other issues, I have 150 soldiers under my command. They are all good at making up stories. Please think twice before doing things."

Domoto's face was ashen, his nameless intelligence was beyond his expectations. The delaying tactics were exposed before they were used, and such a vicious counterattack strategy was also established.

As the marshal, he naturally knew that all the guys who didn't brag if there were camels. The bards who relied on talking to make money to make a living had no advantage in front of those guys. If these guys were really allowed to go out to give a tragic speech on the street, they would probably be directly converted into a garbage dump in the imperial capital.

"Come on! Send four military fighting instructors to the new recruit camp of Wuming Thousand Cavalry Commander!" Domoto Gang took out a speech and handed it to Wuming.

Wuming avoided the rotten eggs flying from outside the wall, hurriedly remembered the content of the speech in his heart, and suddenly jumped onto the wall of the military compound more than two meters high.

Wuming said with a straight military uniform, his wide-back hunting knife hung around his waist, standing tall on the wall, making people feel a bit heroic.

As soon as the newspaper came out today, the citizens who had never seen Wuming had already seen Wuming in the newspaper. They suddenly saw the hero in their minds, and the people who were parading suddenly became quiet.

Wuming quietly glanced at the parade of thousands of people and said calmly and powerfully: "You all have the love for Wuming. This time the Thousand Cavalry Captain Wuming took the initiative to ask. You may not know that an elite force on the battlefield often exploded with force can defeat his enemies several times and achieve a key turning point in a battle. The three thousand cavalry team formed by Wuming is such an elite force..."

As soon as Domoto stood in the yard, listening to Wuming's speech, his nose was crooked. The contents on the speech were almost unmoved and Wuming recited them out. It was just the decision to form an elite army. The speech was written on the results of the military's research. When Wuming arrived, Wuming turned into him and volunteered.

There were cheers outside the courtyard, and the people in the military compound breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon an old woman's shout came from outside the yard: "Wu Ming, are you looking for a wife? My daughter is eighteen years old this year and has a good appearance..."

"Neon general, don't listen to her! My sister is nineteen years old this year and looks handsome and charming..."

"The nameless general, my girl is still beautiful!"

For a time, the outside of the military compound became a place to talk about the matchmaking on the spot. Wuming stood on the wall and made a soft move with his hands, saying: "The country is currently making a big fuss. A real man should first share the worries of the country, and then think about his own affairs. Wuming is grateful for your kindness."

When Domoto Gang heard this, he sighed in helplessness. He knew that tomorrow's front-page headlines would definitely be Wuming's speech content, and Wuming's reputation among the people would be improved to a higher level.

"Everyone, there are still some things in the Wuming Army. Let's say goodbye first. Please disperse earlier, otherwise we will definitely encounter unexpected things if we delay the front line of the military plane."

Wuming called the Wingdras, jumped onto the Wingdras and left.

The people surrounding the military compound also dispersed one after another. Domoto Gang walked towards the military building with a pale face and shouted loudly: "Selection! Meeting!"

Wuming Feili did not return to the military camp directly. His conversation with Zhao Feiyan last night made him realize that there was another union to assess the trade union.

It was not difficult to find the largest arena in the imperial capital from above. Wuming quickly found what Zhao Feiyan said: a large elliptical arena that can accommodate about 100,000 spectators.

At this time, the entire arena was quiet. Wuming could imagine how enthusiastic the excitement of 100,000 viewers could watch the battle.

Wuming descended the pterosaur and looked up at the huge arena in front of him again. He looked at the wall with a huge arrow pointing in a direction, which read "Please go here when the registration office for the assessment union". Every time he walked a hundred meters away, such a huge arrow always appeared on the wall.

Wuming finally understood why Zhao Feiyan said that the union was very easy to find. She spread her rocket legs and ran quickly. Wuming walked straight into the assessment union.

It was not the day for a large-scale assessment, and the assessment union seemed extremely deserted. Wuming walked into the assessment office of the assessment union. A sleepy old man opened his hazy eyes and looked Wuming up and down and asked, "Young man, it's just two months since the conference assessment. You are late."

"I'll take the saint level to test it." Wuming said calmly.

"Saint level?" The old man did not have much surprise in his eyes. I don't know that there are still many young people who are so proud of the world these days. Almost every month, young people come to challenge the Saint level assessment.

"Pay one hundred gold coins in the exam." The old man replied slowly: "This is the registration form."

"One hundred gold coins?"

"That's right, one hundred gold coins." The old man looked at Wuming impatiently: "You young people don't know that the world is high, and not setting the registration fee high is a waste of my time? If you can pass the Saint-level exam, you will naturally return the gold coins. If you don't have money, you can sign the life and death certificate for free. We have an examiner here who likes to kill people very much."

"Free assessment? Kill the examiner?" Wuming asked coldly when his pupils closed, "It's just an exam, why do you need to kill someone?"

"This was proposed by the examiner. He said that only by constantly honing himself can one become a god." The old man said even more impatiently: "Hurry up and choose, which one should I choose?"

"It's not a battlefield but I ignore life, a scum." Wuming calmly picked up the life and death figure and wrote his name on it.

The old man lazily took the registration form filled out by Wuming for him, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Are you applying for the Martial Saint of the Ancient Martial Arts?"

“What’s the problem?”

"No, please come here." The old man's face was less lazy and more curious.

Walk through the hall and come to the huge arena.

A young man squatted in the shade with a long sword in his arms and looked quietly on the ground, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

"Leng Mo, this is the person who came to test today. The user of ancient martial arts has chosen the way of life and death without regrets."

Leng Mo stood up quietly, with almost no reaction on his face, and slowly pulled out the sword in his arms.

This is a very strange long sword. The appearance of the samurai sword is covered with blood-like red. The blade is not a sharp blade, but a sharp serration like the teeth of a beast. The blade, which is less than one meter, is covered with dozens of sharp serrations. Cutting it on a person will definitely leave wounds that are difficult to heal.

Leng Mo said in a cold tone: "The Evil God Hundred Battle Sword, I can finally drink blood again today."

"A real rustic name." Wuming quietly put his left and right hand on the handle of the wide-back hunting knife: "Hunting knife."

Leng Mo's face darkened: "It seems that his skills are good. I'll tell me to spare you if you don't die. Otherwise, there will be no mercy to kill you!"

"idiot."

Leng Mo showed a sarcastic smile and casually made an attacking position. An excited light burst out from the old man's eyes and said in a low voice: "Okay! Leng Mo is angry! He is going to use his eight-point slash."

Leng Mo's feet slowly moved forward half a step, and the old man's eyes showed great fanaticism: "Murderful aura, what a strong murderous aura. Quick! Quick! Show your strength!"
To be continued...